Life Is Strange Novel Novels & Stories

She was about to think she has abnormalities. Well, she is not normal, anyway. She is often weird to act and think. She is often suddenly transporting to her own world. But what about how she feels? Is it still to have an abnormal perception? She did not feel lusting over somebody else, and that was wrong. She would have thought she was frigid but a stranger scattered in front of her. That man is the living proof that she still has hope. And every time she remembered him, she could not stop the explosion of lust and need throughout her being.

Their expression was calm but tinged with urgency. “You’ve come far,” the stranger said, their voice layered with echoes that reverberated through the very fabric of the room. “But your journey is far from over.” “I’m tired of riddles,” Jessica shot back, her voice rising slightly. “Tell me what I need to do.” The stranger tilted their head slightly, as though considering the question. “Do? There’s nothing left to do. Only to decide.” Before she could respond, the books began to fall from the shelves, each landing open at her feet. Pages flipped rapidly, revealing fragments of lives lived and lost, choices made and undone. Some showed moments of triumph; others depicted failures so profound

There was my boy, just left on the bed, nothing on him but a scratchy washcloth. I did not think twice. I switched the babies back without missing a beat. As I held the tiny bundle and the baby snuggled tight against me, tears came unbidden. He seemed to connect with me right away, nestling into the warmth of my chest. Yes. Even on our first meeting, I knew in my gut that he was my flesh and blood! In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me.

Spoons stirred tea by themselves, and hushed conversations were punctuated by small puffs of colored smoke. And then there was the Virelle table. It was a chaotic mix of them all. A boy with small horns growing from his forehead was arm-wrestling a girl whose skin had a faint, scaly pattern. Others looked perfectly human but just seemed to radiate an energy that didn't fit anywhere else. It was the table of outsiders. It felt like home. “Fiona! Over here!”

Year 2022, writer's POV. Later, the police identified the person who had a grudge against Liam, found the murderer, and arrested him. This was what had happened. Tina’s Uncle Liam's chicken farm was recruiting workers, so Tina introduced a 16-year-old girl from the same village to join. In Tina's eyes, Uncle Liam was nice, but he was actually a hooligan. Not long after, the girl disappeared. A few days later, her body was found in a well, with her lower body naked.

The night was alive with the electric energy of the city, a backdrop of bustling streets and vibrant lights that set the stage for the unexpected convergence of four intriguing personalities. Jezebel, Melissa, Dexter, and Axel found themselves drawn together, united by the gravitational pull of curiosity and intrigue, their paths converging as they observed the unfolding scene before them.

“So I'm just supposed to accept that? I don't even know what he looked like.” “You look like him, Ni…” “Then show me his picture or passport or obituary,” I interrupted, soaked with tears. “I burnt all of it.” she said. That shut me up for a moment. Then I stepped closer. “Why do people act like i’m…strange?” She was silent. A silence that was heavy and thick, like something was sitting between us. “Nira, people are always strange, everyone is strange, they just envy your success” she said finally. “That doesn't mean anything.”

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.

He could hear hands working desperately at the lock and that made him brim with anticipation. Finally, he thought, till the door opened for him to see a tall macho man with overgrown beards and tattoos scattered all over his body. The shock from seeing the stranger made him almost unable to speak. He had heavy rock music pounding in his apartment. “Can I help you mate?” his deep voice could make anybody’s knees buckle with frightful intimidation. “Sorry…I came to the wrong door,” Kylian broke out in an uncoordinated stutter, “I was looking for some girl named Maya, she lives on this floor…I don’t know if you might know her, somehow.”

He lowered his hands when he felt the ropes in his legs untied. "Uncle." The little girl stared innocently at the man she recognized, staring at him unreadable. The man called the uncle took his lap by the little girl he loved so much, leaving the room that smelled fishy. The little girl wrapped her tiny hands around the man's neck, staring illegally at the man who had killed her parents lying covered in blood on his head and chest. Without his uncle knowing it. He waved his hand at his parents who were lying stiff. 1 year later ..